It was a plunge. Just a few months ago they were trying to live together and for the most part, they'd made it work. Granted they had a few bumps along the way but she knew that Micah wasn't the sort to give up, and neither was she. If she was going to take this big of a step again, she wasn't doing it with her eyes closed and with someone like Micah, she knew he had his eyes wide open too.
"You were grieving," she stroked his cheek with a hand, "I just wish I could have been there to comfort you. But you're here now and not out there still. That's what matters." Because even if he was still feeling the grief, at least she could be there to share in the burden with him.
Cressida wasn't one for public displays of affection but at that moment it mattered little. Micah was there and she wore a ring that was a promise that he would be there. Her accepting it said she would be there too. She kissed him again and then said, "We . . . should get you cleaned up." With a smile she took him by the hand and then guided him out.